In one half turn

of the wheel of the year
life has rotated upside down.
We were in Florida on the winter solstice
    a truly backwards state of being
Your dad was dead
My sympathy muted
The darkest day
was really a foretelling.
 
Again today
the sun stands still:
shows us that there are always
depths of despair
and
pinnacles of possibility
threaded through the sky
The last glimpses of lilac embroidered into the midnight blue
The first pale strands of gold stitched into the horizon
Nothing can be seen in one look
you have to turn it 
upside down.